Red powder corpse transporter

The Corpse-Driving Beauty (Part 1:
Northern Song Dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Huizong, in western Hunan.
A dark night, devoid of stars and moonlight, with gusts of cold wind and the sound of bells echoing across the open fields, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
A group of dark figures leaps in unison across the dusty fields, advancing step by step.
Seeing this terrifying procession, all the common people in the fields tremble with fear and flee in terror. )
"The zombies are coming!"
Indeed, this procession was none other than the infamous Xiangxi corpse-driving team. A row of zombies, following the ringing of the corpse-driver's bell, hopped forward in unison, truly living corpses.
Xiangxi corpse-driving has a long history, and in the Xiangxi region, many corpse-drivers have passed down their skills through generations.
Traditionally, the corpse-drivers in Xiangxi are male.
This is because men are considered Yang, while zombies are considered Yin, and only men can carry talismans and ring bells to subdue them.
However, today, a peculiar phenomenon appeared in this corpse-driving team: the corpse-driver was a woman!
She looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a light blue crepe cotton jacket and a blue skirt.
Her hair hung down her sides, perfectly framing her oval face. Beneath her neat bangs, between her well-shaped eyebrows and slightly high nose, were a pair of large, bright, and deep eyes that radiated a passionate light. Her youthful face radiated light, creating a stark contrast with the lifeless eyes of the zombies.
The girl held aloft a small copper bell, shaking it vigorously every two steps to produce a clear, ringing sound, directing the zombies forward.
Other girls, seeing these zombies in the dark, would have been terrified, perhaps even fainting. But this girl was full of confidence and joy, seemingly unconcerned about them. Perhaps, in the eyes of this eighteen or nineteen-year-old, directing the zombies and their listless hopping forward was quite amusing!
Corpse-driving could only be done at night; it was forbidden during the day—this was the unwritten rule.
The girl glanced at the sky, estimating that dawn was approaching; she needed to find a place for the zombies to rest.
On a small hill in the wilderness stood a desolate, dilapidated Taoist temple.
The girl saw it was the perfect place and directed the zombies towards it.
"Bang, bang!" The young girl pounded on the rickety gate of the Taoist temple. It was nearly dawn, and most of the people in the temple were asleep. She pounded for a long time before she heard someone shuffling in slippers, coming to open the door.
"Ah!" The door opened, and a sleepy-eyed Taoist priest stood inside, looking displeased.
"What brings you here in the middle of the night?"
the girl said apologetically, bowing respectfully. "My name is Su Jing, and I am a corpse-transporter from western Hunan. I am passing through and would like to rest at your temple."
This temple was located on a vital route between western and eastern Hunan, and corpse-transporters often stayed there, so the young priest was used to it. He casually pointed and said, "There is a woodshed behind the temple; zombies can stay there. After you settle in, Miss Su, you can rest in a clean room on the side of the temple."
With that, the young priest closed the gate again.
It turned out that the temple was entirely male, so women were not allowed inside, especially at this hour. Night?
Su Jing knew this custom, so she herded the zombies into the woodshed and affixed a paper talisman to each one's forehead to prevent them from moving.
Then she went to the purification room beside the temple to rest.
After a day of herding zombies, she was covered in dust and dirt, and wanted to take a bath first.
The purification room in the Taoist temple was specifically for guests, so it was fully equipped with bedding and a large wooden tub for bathing.
Su Jing looked at the tub; it was full of water. She dipped her hand in, and the water was just the right temperature for a bath. She couldn't help but praise the Taoists for their thoughtful hospitality!
"Don't let the dilapidated appearance of the Taoist temple fool you, they're actually quite thoughtful." Su Jing carefully bolted the door and began to undress to prepare for a bath. Moonlight streamed in through the broken corner, illuminating her beautiful body: her well-developed breasts, slender waist, and long legs.
Su Jing stepped into the wooden tub, immersing herself in the water. She closed her eyes, relaxing her entire body.
Suddenly, a loud "bang!"
startled Su Jing, she opened her eyes to see a wooden door kicked down, and a zombie walking in!
Zombies usually become active at night, which is why Su Jing had placed paper talismans on the foreheads of each zombie to suppress them. But perhaps the talisman on this zombie wasn't properly attached; it had been blown off by the wind, and it had come to life!
The zombie hopped towards Su Jing, its eyes gleaming with ferocity!
Su Jing, sitting in the tub, was completely terrified.
Now, she was empty-handed and naked. The paper talismans, copper bell, and coin sword she had prepared to subdue the zombie were all on the bed, and she had no time to retrieve them! The
zombie was incredibly strong, its nails as sharp as steel blades, far beyond the reach of the frail Su Jing.
Thinking of this, Su Jing trembled with fear, for she had witnessed her brother being chased by a zombie, his chest torn apart, his neck bitten off – a gruesome sight.
The zombie leaped to the edge of the wooden tub, its terrifying gaze fixed on Su Jing!
Su Jing knew her death was imminent! The thought of dying young at the hands of a zombie, and even worse, knowing that those bitten by zombies would also become zombies after death,
terrified her, and she burst into tears.
The zombie opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp teeth, and its two massive hands plunged forward, its sharp nails suddenly piercing through the wooden tub!
With a snap, the zombie ripped the wooden bucket apart, shattering it into pieces and spilling water everywhere.
Naked, Su Jing remained seated amidst the shards, trembling, her face deathly pale, awaiting her execution!
The zombie's eyes gleamed with a sinister green light, fixed on Su Jing's naked body.
He was a man; if a living man had looked at her like that, Su Jing would have covered her private parts long ago. But now, she was terrified, and she knew the zombie was dead, so she sat there, her breasts prominently displayed.
Su Jing knew that the giant claws would soon pierce her chest, rip out her heart, and end her young life! She closed her eyes, awaiting death.
But instead of the excruciating pain of being pierced, she felt only an itching sensation on her chest.
Opening her eyes, she saw the zombie had placed his hand on her breast, his long nails digging into her tender skin. " Huh
? This zombie seems different from the others. He's not in a hurry to take lives; instead, he seems very interested in women's breasts." The zombie's hand moved over her breasts.
Su Jing didn't dare to move. She didn't know what the zombie wanted to do and was afraid of accidentally angering it.
Sharp nails gently scraped Su Jing's purplish-red nipples.
A tingling sensation spread from her nipples to her entire chest. Su Jing couldn't help but feel ashamed. She couldn't believe that she was having lustful thoughts even when facing death, and she couldn't believe that her lustful thoughts were aroused by a zombie!
The zombie seemed to be filled with desire for her high breasts. After playing with them for a while, he suddenly opened his blood-red mouth and took Su Jing's breast into his
mouth. For a moment, Su Jing thought he was going to bite off her breast and screamed in fright! But soon, she calmed down because the zombie didn't bite with his teeth but licked with his tongue.
The zombie's tongue was thick and dry, licking her tender nipples with a rough texture that produced an indescribable stimulation.
Su Jing felt incredibly shy. She was still a virgin and never had any contact with men before. She never imagined that a man would suckle her breasts today, even though he was dead. Su Jing blushed with shame.
The zombie sucked hard, making a "squeaking" sound.
Her nipples, stimulated by a man for the first time, immediately hardened and stood erect.
Half of Su Jing's body was numb
, but she felt somewhat calmer now.
Normally, zombies would become ferocious and kill living people, but this zombie was strange; it was unusually gentle, or perhaps particularly lecherous, actually playing with her breasts.
Although this embarrassed the virgin Su Jing, at least the threat of death was temporarily averted.
When people are about to die, they can even abandon their sense of shame, and the innocent Su Jing was no exception.
"Since this zombie is so lecherous, why don't I use my beauty to seduce him, buy him time, and think of a way to get the paper talisman or the money sword?"
Thinking this, Su Jing puffed out her chest and deliberately let out a seductive moan,
"Mmm...oh...mmm."
A woman's moan is truly an invisible aphrodisiac. Upon hearing this sound, the zombie sucked harder with his lips, his tongue moved faster, rubbing his nipples
, sending shivers of electricity and tingling sensations through him.
His two white eel heads seemed to be placed in a steamer, slowly swelling.
Su Jing's eyes involuntarily narrowed.
Her fair breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing,
and her naked body writhed with pleasure.
"Ah, so good, lick it quickly, oh, so good!"
Su Jing's voice grew louder and louder, half of it a deliberate moan to seduce the zombie, and half of it genuinely experiencing pleasure.
The zombie was just a dead man, simple-minded, but perhaps had a particular fetish, only interested in women's breasts. He sucked on them for a full 95 minutes.
Su Jing was anxious. A zombie is a zombie, without humanity. What if he got tired of playing with her and bit off her breasts, or what if playing with her breasts was the prelude to his murder?
"I must lure him to bed as soon as possible!" she thought to herself. "The talisman is under the pillow, the money sword hangs on the wall, and the copper bell is still on the bedside table. If I can get just one of these three things, I can subdue this monster!"
Su Jing reached out and gently stroked the zombie's hair. The zombie's face and ears were cold, and touching them was truly terrifying. But to survive, she suppressed the goosebumps all over her body and pretended to be affectionate, continuing to stroke
the zombie. When Su Jing touched it, the zombie trembled violently and looked up at Su Jing.
Dead people have no eyes, so his gaze was still sinister. Su Jing didn't know what kind of emotions were hidden behind that cold gaze: toying? lewdness? or murderous intent?
Regardless, she still feigned a wanton demeanor, her hands constantly stroking his head, her bare, firm breasts rubbing against his body.
"Ugh, you're making me so itchy,"
the zombie seemed to understand these moans, his body pressing tightly against Su Jing's.
The zombie's lips smacked against Su Jing's pink face, kissing her cold lips, exhaling a putrid stench from his nostrils. Su Jing almost vomited, but she dared not.
"I mustn't provoke this monster. I can't make any rash moves before I get him to bed. I still have to be wanton, wanton!"
Su Jing's lips rained down on the zombie's body, holding her breath, feigning a wildly lewd act. The
zombie, incited by her, let out a "roar."
Su Jing's hand slowly reached down, all the way to the zombie's crotch, squeezing the bulge hard.
"Ah!"
the zombie screamed! He was probably very excited, his whole body was trembling. Su Jing's small hands quickly squeezed and touched
the zombie, making his cries louder.
Su Jing knew her move was right, so she simply supported him with both hands and moved him down there, using both methods simultaneously, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Suddenly, the zombie reached out and grabbed his waistband, pulling hard. The waistband broke, revealing a pair of silk panties and two hairy thighs.
Su Jing saw her chance and immediately reached out and slowly pulled down the loose silk panties.
The zombie had no sexual desire, so his penis wouldn't swell, but even this non-swollen thing was already quite thick.
Su Jing was afraid when she saw this dark and thick thing. She reached out and grasped it, gently stroking
the zombie. With an excited roar,
Su Jing's hands moved as fast as kneading dough, forcefully
tearing open the zombie's clothes.
"He wants to go to bed!" Su Jing was overjoyed, her mouth kissing him even more frantically, her hands kneading, squeezing, and pinching
him even more frantically. The zombie yelled and tore his clothes to shreds, standing naked in front of Su Jing. Su Jing pretended to be shy and dared not look. Suddenly, the zombie grabbed her and lifted her up, then hopped and jumped towards the bed. With
each jump, Su Jing's breasts bounced rapidly. They lay down on the bed, and Su Jing saw a jade pendant hanging around the zombie's neck. Curious, she grabbed the pendant and saw three characters engraved on it: "Ximen Qing."
It turned out that this zombie was Ximen Qing in life!
Red Powder Corpse Transport (Part Two)

Ximen Qing was a famous lecher in China. Later, he died far from home, and his body was left unattended, somehow becoming a zombie.

During the Song Dynasty, everyone knew the name Ximen Qing. His scandalous affair with Pan Jinlian and Li Ping'er was widely circulated and told by storytellers. Su Jing, who lived in western Hunan, was already very familiar with it. She never expected to encounter the zombie Ximen Qing here.

Now, she finally understood why this zombie was different from others—not eager to kill, but to toy with women. After death, a person loses sexual desire, and a zombie wouldn't be interested in women.

But Ximen Qing was different. In life, he was the world's number one lecher; information about women occupied his entire brain. Moreover, he died from the abuse of aphrodisiacs in the body of a woman. Therefore, at the moment of his death, the only remaining information in his brain was still women and sex.

So, even as a zombie, he remained the world's number one lecher.

Su Jing was filled with curiosity, unable to believe she was sharing a bed with Ximen Qing. She had heard from others that Ximen Qing's methods with women could make them experience ecstasy.

The woman willingly allowed herself to be played with by him, demonstrating just how skilled Ximen Qing was at lewdness.

Thinking of this, Su Jing's heart pounded wildly, her cheeks flushed, and her lower body involuntarily became wet

. The zombie placed her on the bed, seemingly in no hurry to enter, but instead used his hands to caress her heaving body.

The zombie's hands were cold and lifeless, and because the skin was dead, they were rough, creating an indescribable stimulation against her delicate skin.

Su Jing's chest heaved, and she closed her eyes, imagining herself as Pan Jinlian.

"Oh, um, good brother, you're making me so uncomfortable!"

she moaned incessantly. The zombie's hands gave her pleasure, and her own fantasies amplified it.

The zombie's hands scratched along her full breasts, gently teasing the most sensitive nipple.

"Ugh... ah..."

The groans grew louder, his chest heaving rapidly.

The zombie let out a roar of pleasure; he wasn't actually experiencing pleasure, but the lingering sensation in his thighs stimulated him to react to a woman.

Su Jing's hand quietly reached under the pillow and retrieved a paper talisman. Simply sticking it on the zombie's head would subdue him, but she didn't act on her girlish instincts. Coupled with her infatuation with the name Ximen Qing, she didn't want to.

"Let me enjoy this a little longer; there's no danger now anyway." She opened her eyes wide, admiring the zombie's face. Indeed, this zombie was different from ordinary zombies; he still retained his handsome features.

Although his skin was bloodless, it added to his pale, scholarly air.

Although his eyes were emotionless, it added to his haughty demeanor.

In short, when there was no danger to his life, she found this zombie adorable!

Su Jing knew where his hands were about to slide, feeling both excited and nervous. Her breath caught in her throat. The thick, dark grass was a tangled mess, and the zombie's hands were combing through it.

Su Jing's lower abdomen contracted rapidly.

"Ahhh..."

The zombie felt nothing; he was simply mechanically repeating actions, driven by lingering memories from his past life.

The zombie's hands slid down Su Jing's flat stomach, but for Su Jing, the feeling was completely different.

This was the edge of forbidden territory! No man had ever touched her before, not even she herself had ever combed her like this.

And now, the most charming man in the world, Ximen Qing, was serving her. The psychological satisfaction was immense!

His sharp nails gently combed through her, making every hair stand on end as if electrified.

"My God, how are your hands so powerful?" Su Jing's heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

She had unconsciously crumpled the paper talisman into a ball and held it tightly in her palm.

Her face was flushed and sweat was beading on her skin.

She really hadn't expected that this clump of grass

could be so alluring and intoxicating. Ximen Qing, oh Ximen Qing, you truly deserve to be called the number one man in the world.

The zombie's hands moved carefully, like a meticulous gardener tending to the lovely little lawn, sometimes combing with the grain, sometimes against it.

Su Jing's waist followed his movements, sometimes bending upwards, sometimes limply slumping down.

"Now I know why Pan Jinlian became a slut. With such skillful teasing, any woman would become a whore."

The lawn was damp, covered in dewdrops

. The zombie's fingers, moistened with dew, slowly put them into his mouth.

He looked at Su Jing; although his gaze was devoid of emotion, Su Jing imagined that when he was still alive, his gaze must have been filled with lewd and provocative intent.

She seemed to feel that intense gaze, and her whole body heated up.

The zombie's hand reached through the lawn, toward the garden.

"Mmm, mmm," Su Jing couldn't help but spread her two snow-white thighs apart. At the entrance to the garden grew a cute little red bean. The zombie, like a kind and lovely gardener, looked at the fruit he had longed for, and gently touched it with his fingers.

"Ah!"

Su Jing couldn't help but cry out. She suddenly realized that her cry might wake the Taoists, so she immediately bit her lips with her silver teeth.

The zombie was looking at her. When he was alive, he was probably looking at Pan Jinlian with a mischievous and cute look.

Su Jing felt a surge of intoxication .

The little red bean covered in dew was exceptionally fresh.

The gardener's hand pressed down on the red bean, and suddenly a tremor ran through her: "Ah, oh, I can't do this!"

Su Jing's cry broke through her teeth again. Her whole body was numb. Her fair legs squeezed tightly together, as if trying to stop the deadly trembling:

the fingers trembled, the red bean trembled, the dew kept flowing, and the garden was full of spring.

"Spare me, I can't take it anymore, brother, you can't tremble anymore, my heart is about to tremble out!"

Su Jing's nerves were spasming .

The zombie's fingers pressed tightly on the red bean and trembled rapidly. Su Jing's whole body trembled along with it.

The wooden bed under her also trembled and made a "creaking" sound.

"Ah, good brother, no! Spare me, dear Dada! Oh, you can't push against me here! My lower body is all wet!"

The clean sheets were covered in water.

Su Jing's pink face turned red and then white, then red again.

Now, she no longer cared whether the Taoists would hear her strange cries. She screamed, and each scream increased his pleasure!

The little red bean couldn't withstand the massage, standing erect and alluringly red.

The zombie bent down, extended its tongue, and gently licked it with the tip.

"Ah, mama, so comfortable!"

The tongue licked rapidly

, causing Su Jing's blood to flow faster, a torrent of fluid flowing endlessly, moistening the zombie's tongue. He worked even harder, as if reluctant to eat, licking, sucking, sipping, and absorbing. The little red bean swelled and became engorged with blood.

"Ah, dear father, my dear father, I can't hold back anymore, I want it, I want it!"

At this moment, Su Jing had completely forgotten that she was a virgin, and that the other party was a zombie.

The extreme stimulation created an extreme emptiness within her body.

She desperately needed something solid to fill this unbearable emptiness.

The zombie seemed to have lost its hearing, ignoring her pleas, and like a gardener of love's fruit, carefully savoring its own fruit.

The tongue and red bean rubbed rapidly, forgetting the time... In the midst of it all, she forgot her fatigue, for the zombie's tongue never tires; its speed and force never diminished.

"My dear father, spare this little slut! This little slut can't take it anymore! Heaven, please, treat me like a prostitute, treat me like Pan Jinlian, come quickly!"

Poor Su Jing, her voice was almost hoarse from screaming,

her whole body was about to explode

, she couldn't bear it anymore. Her lewd cries were no longer lewd cries, but more like the wailing of a madwoman.

Her hands tightly hugged the zombie, stroking it frantically, like clinging to a life-saving piece of wood, rising to a peak on a turbulent ocean, then falling into a bottomless abyss.

Her legs, like octopus tentacles, stretched into the air, bending, straightening, and suddenly clamped tightly around the zombie's head

. The zombie's head was clamped, and he let out a scream of "Eeeee!"

Because this action was something Pan Jinlian often did, he felt very familiar with it, and thus screamed excitedly.

He gently nibbled at the little red bean with his teeth.

"Ah, dear father, this little slut is so horny she's practically dead inside me! I'm going to die! Good father, sweetheart brother, save this little slut! I can't hold back anymore, the water's drowning me! Oh, oh, oh!"

Her legs stretched into the air, wide open, separating

the zombie's mouth and even her entire face, now completely wet.

One of his fingers reached towards the

narrow entrance to the garden gate, soaked as if after a rain.

The nimble finger moved like a small snake

. The gate seemed to be electrified; the snake's touch immediately caused intense pleasure.

"Ah, deeper, deeper! Please put it in!"

Su Jing no longer cared about any shame, desperately screaming, but the zombie's finger deliberately lingered at the entrance, moving in a little, then back a little.

"Oh, my good man, please, please put it in, please stop teasing me, this little slut is already sore!" Su Jing pleaded weakly, like a condemned prisoner on the verge of death, her face deathly pale.

The pent-up desire within her had eroded her nerves; now only something hard could hold them back from collapsing, but the cruel little snake wouldn't enter, only slowly lingering at the entrance.

"Come on!" Su Jing cried out, pressing her hands against the zombie's fingers and pushing hard inside.

"Ah!" she screamed,

a tearing pain reminding her that a piece of her flesh had been pierced.

"I'm a woman now!"

She felt a mixture of joy and shame. Joy at having broken through this barrier, able to do as she pleased and fully enjoy pleasure; shame at having her most precious virginity taken by a zombie.

After pulling his finger out about ten times, the blood-soaked

zombie reluctantly put it into his mouth, greedily sucking it

. "Zombies love to suck blood." Su Jing remembered her master's words, and her face flushed red again. Other zombies would bite people's necks to suck blood, but she was contributing that kind of blood, which was really too shameful.

The blood on his finger caused the zombie's whole body to tremble violently. This blood was too little, and he felt unsatisfied, so he simply lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, covered the bleeding entrance, and sucked hard!

"Ah, I can't, I can't suck it, it's so horny, it's all numb inside, it's killing me, brother, I can't suck it, I can only insert it, little slut, please, if you don't insert it, I'll die, my darling brother, hurry up!"

Su Jing went from shouting to being silent, her head shaking wildly on the pillow like a rattle drum.

The zombie raised its head, its mouth full of blood.

"Good brother, insert it, insert it, help me insert it!"

Su Jing shamelessly spread her thighs, opening the garden entrance, and waited thirstily in front of him.

The zombie roared, jumped onto the bed, spread its legs to the left and right, straddled her body, aimed at the garden entrance, and was about to insert it.

Su Jing was overjoyed, waiting for the moment of ecstasy.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the money sword hanging on the wall fell down due to the vibration, and just happened to cut off the zombie's head.
Red Powder Corpse Driving (Part 3)

It is said that the money sword fell down from the wall due to the vibration, and just happened to cut off the zombie Ximen Qing's neck, and actually cut off his head, which fell to the side of the bed.

Zombies are different from humans. Once a head is severed, life ends.

Zombies aren't inherently living, so even though their heads are cut off, their bodies still move, and their parts remain hard.

Su Jing saw Ximen Qing's head rolling on the ground and was terrified. She tried to get out of bed, but the headless zombie pressed down on her shoulders with both hands, preventing her from getting up.

Su Jing struggled, but the zombie was too strong; she couldn't move at all! "Oh no!

The zombie might have misunderstood and think I deliberately used the money sword to cut off his head. He's going to retaliate!"

Su Jing was terrified, her face drained of color, and her whole body trembled.

The zombie pressed down on her fiercely!

"Ah!" Su Jing screamed in extreme horror!

But a sudden, electric shock sent shivers down her spine. She looked down and saw that the zombie's thing was already inside her!

Su Jing's body was already burning with lust from Ximen Qing's teasing, and she was utterly wanton. The sudden accident drew her attention, but her body remained immersed in lust.

"Ah, so good,"

Su Jing couldn't help but moan.

This was the first time in her life that a man had violated her precious virginity. A tremor from the depths of her heart spread throughout her body, and the headless zombie began to move!

Although headless, he was still Ximen Qing, still the most lewd thing in the world. When he entered Su Jing's body, the tight, wet feeling of the girl evoked familiar memories for him.

The stimulation of the female yin energy gave the headless zombie intense pleasure.

The zombie had inexhaustible strength; he pumped like a bellows, from slow to fast, from light to heavy.

"Ah, so good!"

Su Jing couldn't help but cry out.

In the dead of night, her moans were particularly loud.

In the Taoist temple, someone was awakened by the noise; it was the young Taoist priest who had opened the door for Su Jing earlier.

Ever since Su Jing was harassed by Ximen Qing, the lewd moans had kept him awake, his heart pounding!

When he opened the door, he saw Su Jing's pretty face and was already deeply captivated. That night, lying in bed, he kept fantasizing about making love with Su Jing.

Several times, he wanted to get out of bed to peek at Su Jing, but the rules of the Taoist temple were very strict. After the door was locked at night, the Taoists were strictly forbidden from going out. In particular, when Su Jing moved into this clean room, the Taoists were forbidden to approach. Otherwise, they would be punished with the most terrible punishment. Therefore, the young Taoist dared not disobey.

"Ah! Thrust harder, good brother! You don't have a head on top, but this head down here is even more powerful! I can't take it anymore! This little slut is becoming an immortal! I'm so happy!"

In the still night, Su Jing's moans were like the desperate cries of a lark, each moan louder, sharper, more lewd, and more provocative than the last .

The young Taoist priest lay on the bed, his whole body burning. He covered

his ears with his hands, unable to bear listening any longer. But Su Jing's lewd cries, like spirits, slipped through his fingers, burrowed into his eardrums, entered his flesh, and transformed into boiling blood, coursing through his entire body.

The young Taoist priest gritted his teeth, holding on tightly, enduring the pain. He had never imagined that a woman's moans possessed such terrifying magic, capable of making a man seem possessed and utterly infatuated

. The young Taoist priest had never been in contact with a woman in his life and knew nothing about sex. Therefore, he didn't know why Su Jing was screaming. However, a man's physiological instincts aroused a mysterious curiosity and a hazy, intoxicating ecstasy in him at the sound of her cries.

"Oh! Dear brother, I can't take it anymore, my whole body is about to fall apart! My darling, you're so good at fucking me! Heavens, this little slut is going crazy with pleasure! Dear Daddy, I love you to death! This slut loves you to death! Oh, this is so good, this little slut is dying !"

Su Jing's cries had reached

a point of near-death! The young Taoist's nerves were also half-dead from the burning desire!

He suddenly threw off the covers, quietly got out of bed, opened the door, and walked outside.

He knew that if he took this step, he would commit a grave mistake

and face severe punishment from the Taoist temple. However, Su Jing's screams were like an invisible hand, compelling him to defy the world and step out of the Taoist temple's meditation room.

He quietly approached the room outside Su Jing's study, near the paper window. He moistened his finger with saliva and secretly poked a small hole in the paper. Peering through the hole,

the first thing he saw was a pair of snow-white, delicate woman's thighs, raised high in the air, their bound feet displaying boundless allure.

The young Taoist was completely stunned. He greedily swallowed. Then, he saw a man's back, straddling Su Jing, thrusting up and down. The young Taoist

felt like his whole body was about to explode; he wished he could break down the door and take the man's place.

The man seemed to be bowing his head, working tirelessly, thrusting vigorously .

"Darling, you're making this little slut feel like she's become an immortal! This little whore is almost dry! Oh, being a woman is so blissful! Keep thrusting, don't stop! Harder, it hurts so much, my darling!"

Unafraid of shame, Su Jing cried out, lowering her legs to wrap around Ximen Qing's waist and back, assisting him in his thrusts.

The young Taoist's entire body swelled and hardened;

his eyes widened, trying to see clearly who this man was.

When Su Jing came seeking lodging, she was clearly alone. And in this desolate wilderness, besides the Taoist temple, there were no other houses.

"This person must also be a Taoist!"

the young Taoist thought to himself. From his back, the man's muscles were dark and glossy, making him appear to be an elderly person.

"In the Taoist temple, the only elderly person is the Taoist Master!"

the young Taoist thought to himself. If he could find evidence of the Taoist Master's crimes and use it to blackmail him, he could do whatever he wanted and no longer be bullied.

However, the man kept his head down and never started, so the young Taoist priest had no choice but to watch patiently. Being able to enjoy this live sex show was truly a delightful experience.

On the bed, Su Jing was like a small boat sailing on the sea, out of control, tossed about in the raging waves. One moment she would be carried to the crest of a giant wave, and the next she would be thrown into the deep trough of the waves.

"I can't take it anymore, dear brother, you little slut, I'm exhausted, oh heavens, my whole body is falling apart, good father, rest, this little slave is going to die, Brother Ximen, fuck Pan Jinlian to death!"

The young Taoist priest heard this from outside the window and wondered, "Brother Ximen, who in the Taoist temple has the surname Ximen?"

In the Taoist temple, people use their Taoist names in the halls, and they cannot use their names before they became monks, so the young Taoist priest couldn't guess who it was.

Su Jing's delicate face flushed crimson one moment and paled the next, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as if she were recovering from a serious illness.

The headless zombie twitched tirelessly back and forth; it had no head, no feeling, only mechanical movements, like an automated machine.

The severed head lay beside the bed, its eyes still open, watching Su Jing's lewd expressions.

Its ears could still hear Su Jing's obscene moans; this head still possessed simple thoughts.

It rolled and rolled, eventually reaching Su Jing's face, sticking out its tongue and gently licking her cheek.

"Oh, dear brother, you're so affectionate!"

Su Jing looked at the zombie's head with delight, cupping it in her hands and bringing it to her lips. Their four lips kissed passionately, creating a bizarre scene: a headless body making love below, while its severed head kissed Su Jing above, as if it were a complete human being.

Ximen Qing's tongue slipped into Su Jing's mouth, skillfully swaying it.

"Mmm..."

Su Jing had never been kissed like this before, and her entire body's desire was aroused to its peak.

Ximen Qing continued for a long, long time, until Su Jing was almost suffocating, before reluctantly moving his head away.

"Ah, so beautiful!" Su Jing gasped, "Brother Ximen, your kissing skills are amazing! You've made my whole body itchy again, it feels so good!"

The little Taoist priest, through the small hole in the window, could only see the zombie's buttocks. Hearing Su Jing's lewd moans, he assumed it was the Taoist priest playing tricks. Determined to catch the adulterer, he left the window, walked to the door, and suddenly jumped in, shouting, "Good heavens! Breaking the rules of the sect, committing adultery with a woman, what is the punishment?"

Su Jing was startled by the sudden shout and involuntarily looked up.

As she stood up, the severed head she was holding in her hands naturally moved to her chest, and Ximen Qing's eyes were fixed on the young Taoist priest. The young priest, wanting to catch the adulterer in the act, immediately leaned close to the bed to get a clear look at the man's face.

To his surprise, he discovered that the head was separated from the body! And this headless body was still moving mechanically!

"A ghost!" The young Taoist priest was terrified and was about to run away

when the headless zombie suddenly grabbed his robe!

The young Taoist priest tried to struggle, but the zombie was incredibly strong, dragging him all the way to the head of the bed and pressing his head against Su Jing's breasts.

The young Taoist priest's head was buried between two full breasts, the delicate skin radiating a soft glow.

Despite his extreme fear,

he was captivated by the white jade before him. He couldn't help but open his mouth and suck on the purple nipple

. "Ah!" Su Jing couldn't help but moan,

"Lick it! It feels so good, good brother, you're licking me so well! I'm so happy, you little bitch!"

Su Jing's lewd cries were directed at the young Taoist priest, which excited him.

At this moment, he disregarded the headless zombie and the bodyless head; the impulse of lust made him forget the danger.

The young Taoist priest used his tongue to tease and lick that sensitive spot, licking faster, more greedily, more frantically

. Su Jing tasted the greatest pleasure in the world; she held Ximen Qing's head, intoxicated, and kissed it.

On her breasts, another man sweetly teased her breasts, while below, the headless zombie thrust forcefully.

The headless zombie had no sexual desire, so it wouldn't ejaculate; it would only twitch aimlessly.

"Ah, I'm dead! The little bitch is gone again! Oh my god! I'm so happy! Good brother, dear brother, you lewd father, you've fucked this little slut so good! I'm never being a corpse driver again! From tomorrow on, I'll go to a brothel and be a prostitute to enjoy men! Lick harder! Fuck harder!"

Su Jing shouted until her voice was hoarse .

Hearing this incredibly strange cry, the young Taoist priest's nerves felt like they were on fire:

"Good sister! I'm going to explode!"

he couldn't help but tell Su Jing.

Su Jing looked at the handsome young Taoist priest, a surge of desire rising within her: Zombies don't ejaculate! That's the only flaw! Even if he were Ximen Qing, it would still be a flaw. But this young Taoist priest, though not as good as Ximen Qing, was alive and well; he could ejaculate.

Thinking of this, her thirsty body involuntarily felt a craving for nectar.

She threw Ximen Qing's head into a dark corner!

Then, she picked up the crumpled paper talisman from the bed, unfolded it, and stuck it to the headless zombie's neck!

The headless zombie froze instantly!

"Quick, move it away!" she shouted to the young Taoist priest.

The young priest, disregarding his fear, grabbed the headless zombie and pulled it off Su Jing.

Now Su Jing's naked body was completely exposed before him, and the young Taoist priest was stunned!

"Fool! What are you looking at?" Su Jing cried out, blushing.

The young Taoist priest snapped out of his daze.

"Love isn't about looking, it's about doing!" He quickly stripped off his clothes, climbed into bed, and their subsequent pleasure is best left unsaid!

The next day, the Taoist priests at the temple woke up to find that the young Taoist priest and Su Jing were gone, leaving only a headless zombie.

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